Delilah Zamora (electricdelilah) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-03-25 13:23:00 |
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Current location: | Nathan's Home |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | delilah zamora, place: la, ~nathan andrews |
Date Night
Who: Delilah and Nathan
When: March 18, Nighttime
Where: Nathan's House
After a few false starts (both of them seemed to have busy lives), Delilah and Nathan's date was finally tonight. Delilah had spent a little while getting ready, going through three different outfits before deciding on a black pencil skirt/red silk halter neck blouse combo when there was a knock on her door. Thinking that it might be Nathan's driver, she ran to open the door to see a limo driver standing outside, saying that he had been sent by Nathan. Well, this was certainly a pleasant surprise! With a smile, she shut and locked her door and got into the limo.
So as to not royally screw things up after finding an empty spot in both their weeks, Nathan hired an event planner, who just so happened to be a close friend. Without divulging too many details, he gave her enough to do her job. His apartment, she told him, was set up like this:
The lighting was dim, spotted with a few candles here and there. His large oak table was covered with a burgundy cloth where a white rose in full bloom say in the center. For dinner was prime rib with baked potatoes and appropriate fixins. They were laid out so she could choose. Sparkling juice and champagne were chilling beside the table (he'd already downed a glass to calm his nerves) and for dessert there was frosted grapes, tiramisu and cheesecake for choices. Okay, he said to himself, do NOT screw this up! She was set to arrive soon...
She was driven to his place. She personally wondered if he had cooked himself, but she would soon know. She walked to his door and knocked.
He felt his palms start to sweat. He was glad he let someone else take care of everything. He'd hate to have to explain burns and other inevitable messes when he was attempting to make a semi-good impression. When she knocked he pushed the button on his console to open the door. Deciding against his more intimidating "Come", he tried "Come on in. Make yourself comfortable."
She walked through the door when it opened. She wasn't sure if she should shake his hand or hug him or what. Sadly, it had been a VERY long time since she'd had a date. She honestly forgotten most of the 'protocol' for it. "Hello," she said as she came inside, in some sort of effort to let him know exactly where she was. "Wow..." Was all she could say when she saw the spread that had been put out.
"It's been quite a while since I've had a date. Sorry if it's a little over the top." He could smell her perfume. It sent a slight shiver up his spine, which he hid effectively. Controlling himself, he slowly felt for and grabbed his glass. Walking over, he sat in his chair. Apologizing, he said "Sorry, I just don't want to be rude and... Well, sit on you. I figure this is safer."
"I think that it's lovely, actually," Delilah said to him. "I haven't been on a date in a long time myself, so I suppose we can figure it out together." She fixed herself a glass of champagne as well. "Don't worry about that. I don't find it rude." She understood things like that. She made herself comfortable in a chair as well.
Whew. One awkward situation down. But another might come up... He sucked at small talk. Or, at least, starting it.
Delilah was at least OK with it though. Lucky for him. "So, what is it that you do for a living?"
To tell or not to tell? She ran a magic shop but that still doesn't mean she knew of watchers and slayers... "I'm a... Mentor. I help kids who need it." Though would she buy that after he went into her shop for magical supplies? This could prove difficult for our hero.
Amusing. If only he knew that she was a Watcher as well. He'd know soon enough, though. It's not like things like that stayed secret for long. "That's lovely. It's so good of you to give time to those that need it."
He took another sip of his champagne. "What about you? Do you do anything else besides run the shop?"
Ah another step in the dance. "I mostly just work in the shop these days, although I actually work with a young girl myself as well." If only they realized how much the had in common.
Something clicked in Nathan's mind. "I never mentioned strictly girls..." He wondered if she saw the delicately hidden holy items in the room... The swords on the wall... The stake hidden in his own chair or the vials of holy water by hers.
She did see the swords on the wall and the vials of holy water by her chair. "I didn't say that you said girls," she said to him playfully. Maybe they DID have even more in common than she realized.
He chuckled. "Ok. You got me." There was a ding and smells that were just one side of heavenly. "Mr. Andrews? Dinner is served."
She did have him, but what did that really mean? Either way, she was side tracked by the announcement that dinner was apparently ready.
The subject of profession was put aside for the moment to make way for less vague small talk.
It was silent for a few moments while dinner was served but Delilah didn't want conversation to die on them. "So, is your family from New York as well?" she asked
"Actually, no. Mom's from England. Dad is from New York though. Dad moved overseas and met mom through work. The business um..." well, it exploded. But how would he explain that? "Closed. Its trying to be reopened."
Amusingly enough, her parents met through work as well. Her mother was a witch and her father worked as a Watcher with the council. Luckily, her father was away when the council exploded. "Both of my parents are from England," she said as she took a sip of her wine.
"Oh!". He wondered... "What company did they work for? They might have met each other.". Probably a long shot but...
Alright, no more dancing around. She owned a bloody magic shop, for crying out loud! It wasn't like she had to pretend with him that none of this existed, right? "My father worked with the Watcher's Council." If he didn't know what it was, she'd say that it was a librarian thing.
He nearly choked on his potato. Ok. So she'd had enough of the word games. "My mom is still with the Council. The new one that they're trying to form. She recruited me. I'm supposed to meet my Slayer sometime soon.". He sighed and decided to come clean. "My driver is a retired Warlock who I knew in College. His brother is... Not so retired and his sister is... Kinda crazy. Who knows what she's capable of. She's kinda crazy..." Way to go with the word vomit, Nathan.
He couldn't see it, but she tilted her head at him. Wow, that was a lot to take in. "My father is a Watcher and my mother is a witch," she said. "I'm a Watcher and a sort of...electro-girl, I guess. I've never figured out a good term for it. I can conduct electricity through my body. The unfortunate side effect of that is that it attracts lightening strikes like you wouldn't believe."
"Naw, its just your electric personality." he joked without thinking. He held his breath silently, hoping she wouldn't be upset at him.
She actually laughed. She'd heard it a lot, but it was a joke that actually amused her.
He allowed himself to breathe. He couldn't feel it but he was actually blushing. "So, other than channeling electricity, is there anything you can do? Hobbies? Interests?"
"Actually, there is something that I'm starting to do. I suppose it counts as a collection, but I hide them away instead of showing them off," Delilah said. "I've started to go around and remove cursed objects from places before they can hurt more people. The first one I got was a fortune telling machine that the predictions came true, but it awful ways."
Nathan thought of a strange acquisition he'd got a while back. He excused himself and went back into the hallway. His hands felt along the walls, feeling for the right energy. And then the right lip in the wall. When he found it he knew it was locked. Revealing a key around his neck, he unlocked the pocket cabinet. He opened it and pulled out a wrapped package, bound by protective charms. Gently, he brought it out to her and set it on the table, kissing the edge of her plate."This", he said with certainty, "I believe, belongs to you. I found it in a shop in the Bronx, and kept it hidden."
She waited for him to come back, and was a little surprised by what he had brought. When she opened it and looked at it, she recognized it. It was a set of tarot cards that she had been searching for, actually. "Thank you," she said. "I've been looking for this for a while."
"You are quite welcome. Now when I walk in the hallway, I won't get the heebie jeebies."
She chuckled. "Good to know that I can prevent the heebie jeebies."
He chuckled. Sitting down carefully, or so he thought, he realized as her head shot up and knocked the underside of the table roughly, there was Angelina sitting beside him. He felt down beside the table and found her head. "Oh, poor baby." He scratched her head behind her ears. She'd have a bump in the morning.
"Oh, is she OK?" Delilah asked when she heard the head hit the table.
"Yeah. Poor baby knocks her head around a lot." He tried a long shot. "You wanna pet her? She's sweet, really. Loves attention."
"Really. I wasn't sure how she might take to strangers," Delilah said, coming a little closer anyway.
Nathan petted her and she purred. It sounded more like a growl to someone who didn't know her sounds, but it was a purr. A deep rumble in her throat. Sometimes she would lay across him on his chair and purr him to sleep.
Nathan seemed to think that she was going to be OK, so Delilah reached down and stroked the tiger's fur.
Nathan moved his hand down to her scruff and felt something that... Wasn't fur. He traced a finger down and realized... Those were other fingers. He recoiled quickly. "Oops." He chuckled nervously.
She laughed a little. "No, it's perfectly alright," she said. "We are on a date, after all."
He felt his cheeks flush again. At least 2 decades worth of walls were coming down. He linked one of his fingers in one of hers, just for a moment, just feeling. "So... You uh... Ready for dessert?"
She smiled. "Yes. I think that dessert would be lovely," she said to him.
"Okay. Would you like frosted grapes - my favorite - or Tiramisu?"
"How about we go with your favorite then?" Delilah suggested.
Nathan resisted saying "oh goodie!" 'cause he would have. He realized though, as he walked to the counter, he had a slight problem. "Uh..." he stepped aside to reveal 2 plates. "which one has the grapes on it?"
While amusing, Delilah had to good sense not to laugh. She walked into the kitchen, took his hands, and placed it on the right one. "It's this one," she said, taking her hands back after the moment.
Shivers went up his spine as her hands touched his. Taking a deep breath to get himself back under control, he tested the plate for its weight and picked it up. He got his bearings again and headed back towards the table.
After he had the plate, she went and sat back down at the table and waited for him.